Happy Halloween!

Baby Long Legs

At almost 10 weeks old, Jack had a big check-up this past week. He is now 11 lbs, 4.5 oz and 22.5 inches long! No wonder he's growing out of his 0-3 month clothes.

A Trip to Tanner's

Each year, Jamie and I go to Tanner's to get apple cider, pick pumpkins and visit the animals. Jack's first trip to Tanner's was memorable--for us, at least! Learning our lesson at the Morton Pumpkin Festival, we went late on a Sunday afternoon and avoided the crowd.

Jack's favorite part was the goats. We were surprised that he actually paid attention to them and knew that they were something he's never seen before. The two videos below are one right after another. The third pic is at the end of the trip, with Jack pooped-out and ready for a nap in the car.

Little Boy in Blue

Mornings at the Morss house are falling into a more predictable pattern. Jamie, at the end of his night watch, dresses little man and gets him ready for me to scoop up and take to Rhonda's. (Rhoda is his babysitter--I'll blog that, later).

Earlier this week, Jack was chatting me up before we left. His ooos, aaahhs, and a-goos are becoming more frequent and even more charming!

Moving on Up....

Last weekend we moved our little guy out of his bassinet in our room up to his big boy crib. He was getting too big, physically, for the bassinet and too old, age-wise, to be sleeping in the same room. It's been an adjustment for all of us.

To Jack, the crib is like a king-size bed. No pillows, no covers, no bumpers. Now that he can roll onto his side, I listen to the monitor anxiously for any signs of distress.

I take the 8 p.m.--1 a.m. baby shift and Jamie takes the 1 a.m.--6 a.m. shift, sleeping in the upstairs bedroom during our respective watches. Luckily after a few nights, Jack became used to his bed and we're all sleeping a little more peacefully.

I'll have to get a pic of him in his new bed.

Ouchies

A few weeks ago we went in for Jack's two-month immunizations. Four shots and a nasty-tasting elixer later, Jack had tears pouring down his face and my eyes were also welled-up.

Afraid that he'd associate the shots with me, I kept my mouth shut during the pricks and stings and comforted him after it was all over. His legs were tender for a few days.